Write an article about the short-sightedness and color-blindness of a mouse and the jokes he made (no less than 400 words)

In a big gray house, a group of mice are active.

Every night after the lights go out and people go to bed, the mice crawl out of their holes. They screamed happily, dug with their whiskers, and ran and played in various rooms. They scour the kitchen for leftovers and crumbs under the dining room table. In the living room, they sometimes find chocolates, pralines, or a few peanuts that their owners have forgotten on the coffee table.

Their paradise is a pantry filled with all kinds of delicacies. If the pantry door is not closed tightly, they will squeeze in through the cracks, nibbling cheese rinds, licking butter, biting hard sausages, sipping apricot jam, chewing bacon, and after their bellies are full, They stroked their beards and wiped their pointed beaks contentedly.

Although the food in the pantry is delicious, it is still not as good as the smell of "Mouse Sky". Above the kitchen chandelier, a little higher than a mouse jumping twenty times in a row, there is a short wooden pole. On the pole hangs fragrant sausages and even two smoked hams. This is the sky for mice. But this sky can only be seen and smelled. No mouse can reach it by its own strength, because the four walls of the kitchen are covered with smooth ceramic tiles! Back then, the grandmother of these mice, a mouse named Sandra's female rat tried it seriously once, with a tragic end. It slipped from mid-air and hit the stone floor solidly.

Sometimes, the mice will also go to the largest room in the house. There are many books on the bookshelf in this room: some are thick, some are thin; there are tomes with parchment spines, and there are also booklets with thin cardboard covers: some have colorful illustrations, and some are just plain. Long rows of serious black letters.

This large room is the owner’s private library and the mice’s playground. Although there is rarely anything to eat here, they can race on the bookshelves, hide behind the rows of books, do standing long jumps on the tall stacks of books, and play on the slide on the slanted books. Practice climbing on the pagoda of books.

For the mice, the greatest enjoyment is traveling around the world on the globe. This rather large globe is located in the center of the library, its central axis resting on a finely carved wooden base. When a mouse climbed onto the globe from the wooden base, the sphere began to slowly rotate on its axis. If the mouse doesn't want to fall off the globe, it has to keep running forward. The globe turned and turned, faster and faster; the mouse ran and ran, but could not get forward. The agile rat legs ran through China and Japan, and crossed the vast Pacific Ocean in less than three seconds. Then the United States passed under its feet, then the Atlantic Ocean, and below it came Portugal, Spain, the Mediterranean, Italy and Greece. . The corner of Turkey and Russia was also lightly tapped by the rat's feet, and then it started all over again: China, Japan, the Pacific... If you keep running like this, even the strongest rat will be exhausted. The most powerful of the group of rats was a male rat named Willibald, who could only run thirty-two laps. Thirty-two laps later, this big rat with a particularly long tail who loves to show off his strength will fall out of breath from the African part of the globe and fall onto the soft carpet.

This group of rats lived like this in the gray mansion, eating, drinking, and playing, and they were quite happy and comfortable. One day, there was a fierce dispute between them. In fact, most of the mice ran from the kitchen to the living room. Only Lily, the little mouse, stayed next to the stove. It looked at the "mouse sky" in fascination, trying to take another breath of the aroma of bacon. However, there seemed to be a smell that was different from the usual! This was a unique green plant, yes, it smelled like grass! Lily sniffed and smelled, trying to figure out where this smell came from.

The kitchen has a swinging transom that can only be opened outwards, but at this time it was tightly closed. Lily then approached the kitchen door, and outside the door was the garden. When it stood in front of the door, it realized that the door leading to the garden was not closed tightly! A cold feeling of fear flowed from the mouse's tail to the tip of its beard.

For a house mouse, the garden is the most dangerous place. In an instant, stories about an owl with sharp claws and a sharp beak and a hedgehog covered in steel needles flashed through his mind. It suddenly jumped up to half a foot high and ran towards the living room with fear. It screamed: "Door! Kitchen door! Kitchen door that leads to the garden!"

"What happened to the door that leads to the garden?" asked Mimi, the always timid mouse.

"The door is open!" Lily said in surprise.

All the mice were stunned. After a short while, the group of mice exploded their nests and quickly rushed to their respective mouse holes, all huddled in the mouse nests. At this time, the clock in the living room had not yet struck seven o'clock, and it was still early before dawn.

The next night, a male rat named Philip wanted to find out. It had enough courage and wanted to see if the cook had forgotten to close the door to the garden again. It crawled out of the mouse hole, came to the living room, passed through the narrow gap between the cupboard and the wall, and carefully made its way to the kitchen. It raised its nose high, sniffing here and there, but couldn't smell the smell of grass or leaves. It could see clearly, and there was nothing wrong with the garden door or transom.

"Come out with confidence! Everything will be safe tonight!" it announced.

"This kind of thing can never happen again!" Georg, the male mouse, said loudly with a sigh of relief, "We should discuss what to do together."

Georg is the convenor of the rat council elected by the pack rats. Its job is to let every mouse speak freely during the meeting. After all the rats express their opinions, they vote. Those who are in favor of a certain resolution raise their rat tails high, while those who are opposed keep their tails flat on the ground.

Georg is very smart, he can count from one to ninety-nine. This number is sufficient for counting votes. What about the other mice? They're not stupid either. They can count to at least seven. This is very important, because when the clock in the living room strikes seven, all the mice must run back to their holes, or the cook will appear at the door on time after a while.